The terrible 20's

Every few months or so I find myself rethinking my current job situation. I'm sorry, did I say months? I meant days. So this we all know, as I b*tch about it constantly. It's funny, it's easier to pick out the negative than it is to talk about the positive. I guess the level of joy the positive things bring me is not anywhere near comparable to the misery the negative things inflict on my life. I might as well just have my hand permanently glued to my forehead in a constant sign of despair. I mean, really....am I becoming a drama queen? (see previous title "Too tired to cry" for evidence). I think my life is so boring any little thing is the end of the world. So sad. Anyway, I was saying something about my job...oh yeah, I remember. So every now and again I find myself IM'ing or being IM'ed the eternal question: "What do you really want to do?" And I just about 5 minutes ago came to this realization: I just don't have any goals right now, so my current job is kind of a default career. It doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure that out (hmmm...could I become a brain surgeon?) but I feel like sometimes I live a memento like existence, constantly rediscovering new things about my life/myself/etc as if for the first time. Maybe I should tattoo that recent epiphany onto my chest, but backwards so I can read it in the mirror. Who am I kidding, I can't get a tattoo, it would hurt and it's too permanent. Back to the default.
R.